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November 19, 2013
Three reasons why you should read: Solstice by Debbie Christiana
Today I’d like to welcome my friend and paranormal author Debbie Christiana. If you like all things witches and warlocks, then you’ll want to read why she thinks you’ll love her second book, SOLSTICE (Black Opal Books.)
Hi Sharon. Thank you for allowing me to share “3 Reasons Why You Should Read…SOLSTICE” with your blog readers.
Blurb:
Time is running out for Armend Zogu. The two hundred and fifty year old curse on his head will claim his life on his thirtieth birthday, the winter solstice.
Sofia Palmalosi might be the Strega who can save him. A descendant of a long line of powerful Italian witches, her family’s magic was a gift from the Goddess Diana.
Together Sofia and Armend embark on a journey from New York, to Sicily and the ancient ruins of Diana’s temple and back to New York, all while fighting a battle of magic and wits with a psychopath who wants them both dead the curse intact.
If the curse doesn’t kill Armend, breaking it just might.
Debbie’s Three Reasons…
#1~ One of my favorite parts of writing this book was the chapter that explains 
the ancestral curse that haunts the hero, Armend. It’s a tale of forbidden love and the tragedy that caused the curse to be placed on the Zogu family, two hundred and fifty years ago in Naples, Italy.
#2~ I loved the scene when Sofia Palmolosi, the heroine, visits the ruins of the 
ancient temple of Diana in Sicily to have a heart to heart with the Goddess. Sofia has mixed emotions about being the chosen Strega of her generation and the intense responsibility and power that comes with it. Diana assures Sofia she chose her for a reason and is confident she will do the right thing, even though, “The right thing isn’t always easy.”
#3~Writing the villain or antagonist is always fun. It’s gives us a chance to visit our darker side and do and say the things that we would never dare in our real lives. There is a scene (or two or three) that shows the antagonist in her full irrational, ruthless state of madness, and I had a blast writing them.
Excerpt:
CHAPTER 1
Once in a lifetime you meet a person who takes your breath away. Not because you want them to, but because they are meant to. – Author unknown
Sofia paused on the marble steps outside her parent’s art gallery. The Manhattan street below bustled with New York activity. People shouted, cabbies leaned on their horns, and a siren wailed in the distance.
The warm October sun beat down on her, yet it couldn’t quell the chill that quivered down her spine. She stood still and waited. From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of two casually dressed men. They appeared to be in a heated conversation, but from behind their dark glasses, Sofia knew they watched her every move.
Could she get to the front door of the gallery before they made their move? She climbed a step and stopped. She rifled through her purse and ascended another step. Three more to go.
Powerful arms snaked under hers.
“Sofia Palmalosi?” a blond man with a southern drawl asked.
She didn’t answer.
“Please come with us,” said the dark haired man.
Defiant, she crossed her right leg over her left and dropped to the ground. “Ms. Palmalosi, don’t do this,” whispered an irritated voice. The man on her right tried to lift her without drawing unwanted attention, but she remained seated in her resistance.
“Don’t make a scene. We’re trying to help you.”
Sofia closed her eyes and relaxed her body. With deep cleansing breaths, she cleared her head and summoned the Lare, the spirits of her ancestors. In her mind, she repeated the incantation.
Dear ancients ones, powerful and wise
Many times to you I’ve prayed
Please reach down from high in the sky
And offer to me your gentle aid.
The wind picked up and cool gusts blew against her face. Her eyes fluttered open. Bits of litter and leaves spun within the vigorous whirlwind that surrounded them. The men on each side of her fought to keep their balance against the unexpected squall. Their free hand flailed in the air as if they were swatting at a swarm of hornets. The Lare wouldn’t hurt them. They were mischievous, not malicious. Sofia sat patiently as first one, then the other man, let go of her, needing both hands to break their fall as they tumbled to the ground.
From behind, another pair of firm hands gripped under her arms and raised her to her feet. This time her legs straightened and supported her. The wind had calmed. The Lare had vanished.
“What the hell are you doing?” a new voice demanded.
The arrival of another person wouldn’t cause the Lare to disappear. Unless…
“What Mr. Palmalosi asked us to. Make sure his daughter arrived safely to his office.”
“She’s not a criminal.” The third man steadied her on her feet. His warm breath was on the back of her neck. “Sofia, are you all right?”
She’d had enough. “Why is it—” She whipped around and was stopped short by dazzling, steel-blue eyes. She cleared her throat and continued. “You know my name, but I don’t have a clue who any of you are?”
“I’ll let your father explain.” Mr. Steel Blue shooed the two men away. “I’ll make sure Ms. Palmalosi gets to where she is going.”
The taller of her two assailants spoke. “Ma’am, we’d like to apologize.”
“You both work for my father?”
The stockier man nodded at Mr. Steel Blue. “Yes. All three of us do.”
“My parents have never had security quite like you before.”
They mumbled an apology or obscenity and left.
Sofia crossed her arms over her chest and looked to the last man standing for an explanation. Once more, spellbound by his eyes, she took a step back and caught her breath. She should be doing the bewitching, not him.
He stood a few inches taller than she did. His black hair was longer than most men chose to wear theirs these days. He sported a neatly trimmed beard.
He held the gallery door open for her. “Your parents are waiting for you.”
Intrigued by the handsome man who caused the Lare to vanish, she went inside.
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November 13, 2013
Trinket, Trash or Treasure
“Do you really needs this?” My mother stared at me and pointed to Mr. Iceberg, a life-sized stuffed polar bear I’d received the previous Christmas.
Heck yeah, I need it. That’s what I thought, anyway. At the age of nine I hadn’t reached the heights of sarcastic repartee I now possess.
“I’ll bet some kid in an orphanage would play with it more than you do.” She arched a judgemental brow. “You have lots of things. They don’t.”
Guilt reared its nasty head and we both looked around my well-stocked bedroom of stuffed animals, games and Barbie dolls. A moment later, I waved goodbye as Mr. Iceberg disappeared down the hallway, on his way to be shipped away with other “clutter” my mother wanted out of the house.
Now that I’m an adult and homeowner, I understand where Mom was coming from. Yet the scars of the long-lost Mr. Iceberg incident are still with me. Yet when it comes to what stays and goes, the buck stops with me.
One thing I’ve had for thirty-four years is a Snoopy soup mug. Received as a Christmas gift back in ‘79, it still sits in the forefront of my kitchen cabinet. When I use it, I think about my old college 
roommate who, upon my return from winter break with the mug in tow, expressed her love for cartoon beagle. Our never-ending Joe Cool jokes became the source of endless laughter. The mug also makes me remember being away from home for the first time, missing both my boyfriend and my dog. If my daughters are present when I us this mug, I remind them that it’s special and I don’t expect it to go to Goodwill when I die. More likely, I’d expect to see it on Antique Roadshow.
Another treasured memento, one I still use weekly and have had for over thirty years, is a coffee cup I purchased on a weekend trip to Boston. Drawn to the adorable dog image, the French words also held great appeal. I’m pretty sure there are primates who have better foreign language abilities than me. That mug taught me a few words of French! Now when I fill it with steamy coffee, I think about those visits to Boston and that stage of my life while working at my first job after college.
My mother once tossed my W-2’s in the garbage during tax season. Another time she threw out a check that my step-dad thought would serve us better if deposited at the bank. Sure, I respect that her house is neater than mine, yet I wonder if she ever pauses to ask herself, “Is this a trinket, trash or treasure?” before she decides something needs to go.
What’s in your closets?
November 7, 2013
Three reasons why you should read: “WHEN I FIND YOU” by Dixie Lee Brown
Today begins a new regular segment called THREE REASONS WHY YOU SHOULD READ…(insert title here). It’s a chance for the author to tell you three brief things that makes their story stand out, give you something that’s a little more than the back of the book blurb.
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I’m thrilled to kick off this new segment with romantic suspense author Dixie Lee Brown, author of the Trust No One Series ( Avon Books.) I’ve read the first two books in the series and found myself literally sitting on the edge of my seat! So take it away, Dixie…
Hi Sharon! I’m so excited to be here with you on your blog! Thanks for inviting me!
I’ve brought WHEN I FIND YOU with me today, the second book in the Trust No One romantic suspense series. I’ll have a short excerpt for your readers a bit later but first, as with most stories, there are a few moments in this book that are special to me—unforgettable. I’ll have to trim the list a little since you only asked for three. J Here we go~
#1. My favorite scene from the book is when hot, ex-Marine Walker is literally within seconds of catching up to the beautiful and innocent Darcy, having been charged with finding the nanny and saving her from the danger that threatens. Fed up with being a victim, Darcy isn’t about to trust anyone and counters his take-charge attitude with one of her own—a tree limb to the side of his head! Finding out she’s made a mistake involves a bear, a dip in a raging river, and a night in the wilderness with the aforementioned hot ex-Marine.
#2. Another favorite is when Walker’s protective side comes out after he learns Darcy was a victim of date-rape when she was in high school. He wants to meet out his own brand of justice when they accidentally run into the guilty party in Darcy’s hometown, but she convinces him to let it go. A little later, he gets another chance, and I love what he does! I don’t want to give away too much, but I’m a sucker for a knight in shining armor!
#3. And finally—Because of the life-changing event in high school, Darcy has concentrated on first college and then the family she works for as a nanny. She doesn’t date or go out with friends. She’s fairly naïve when it comes to men, and 
her attraction to Walker scares her at first. It takes her a while to decide what she would like from him, but once she does, she tells him in no uncertain terms and not even a hit man with a gun will keep her from getting what she wants.
What hero qualities make you sit up and take notice—real life or fictional?
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Blurb for WHEN I FIND YOU
(Book Two in theTRUST NO ONE Series)
Darcy Maddox’s quiet life as a nanny is turned upside down when she learns her employer is linked to the mafia. Rather than quitting, she chooses to stay and ignore the truth. Now, she’s fairly sure her boss is dead…and the murderers are after her. A complete stranger tries to kill her. Another dogs her every footstep. Is he friend or enemy? Dare she trust him?
When Walker is asked to track down the nanny and stash her someplace safe until the U.S. Marshals can arrange for her protection, he’s sure she’ll be more trouble than she’s worth. He has no idea. First, he has to find her. Then he must convince her he’s on her side, but that proves more difficult than he ever imagined. Walker doesn’t give up easily, especially after the woman clubs him and leaves him for dead. He doesn’t care how attracted he is to her. He’ll find her, and when he does, it’ll take more than the mafia to tear him away.
Excerpt:
Walker dropped his backpack and sprinted toward the water, stopping only to strip off his boots, jacket, and holster. Was she crazy? This was going to end badly. Still slightly upriver from him, it appeared she had finally come to the same conclusion. In a half crouch, she froze. At least four feet separated her from the third rock. It would have been an easy jump on flat ground with a running start. Perched on an uneven boulder with swiftly rushing water on all sides, it was risky to say the least. Walker pulled up at the water’s edge.
“Darcy, listen to me.” She didn’t reply or glance in his direction, but she stiffened and he hurried on. “You’re afraid—I get it. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m trying to help you, damn it, but you’re not making it easy.”
“I don’t need your help.” She raised her voice over the steadily rushing water.
Walker snorted a laugh. Did she really not know how much trouble she was in? “That bear would have ruined your evening if I hadn’t been around, and that guy back there by the car would have killed you.”
She jerked her head toward him but lost her balance and brought her hands up to steady herself. “He couldn’t do it, so now you’re taking over the job?”
“Hell, if I wanted you dead, why would I get between you and that bear? Why wouldn’t I just walk away and let your friend shoot you in the back? Think about it, Darcy. You’re a perfect target standing out there on that rock. No way could I miss.”
“Death isn’t necessarily the worst thing that can happen to a woman.” Her voice was thick with fatigue and despair.
The truth in her words made him burn with anger, and he didn’t know what to say that would convince her she could trust him. If he were in her position, who would he trust?
“If you’re telling me the truth, just go away. Leave me alone.”
He shook his head. “I can’t do that. You’re in a tough spot right now. I’m not convinced you’ll stay dry. Even if you do manage to get across, or back to this side, what then? Can you get out of here by yourself…in the dark? Do you even know where you are?”
“How do you know my name? I saw you watching me at the airport.”
“The U.S. Marshals Service sent me to find you and stash you someplace safe until they get this Johnny Fontana situation sorted out.”
She looked over her shoulder and met his gaze, hope shining in her eyes for the first time. “Show me your badge.”
Walker spread his hands wide. “I said they sent me—not that I’m a marshal.”
Damn it! She wanted to believe him—he saw it in her face. Instead, she turned back, dismissing him and everything he’d said. For a moment she stood there, silent, not moving. He watched her body language for a clue to what she planned. When she crouched and shoved herself forward, there was nothing he could do.
October 15, 2013
One Lovely Blog Award
My Scottish friend and fellow Etopia Press author, Shehanne Moore, was nice enough to bestow me with the ONE LOVELY BLOG Award. So, before I thank the Academy and grant the NY Times an interview, I must fulfill the obligations that come with fine honor.
First, I want to say thank you to Shehanne for thinking of me. Please take a second to check out Shehanne’s blog ”Furious Unravelings.”
Second, the rules of this honor ask for me to reveal 7 things about me. But I’m a bit boring, so how about 7 things on my bucket list?
1. Some day I’ d like to go zip lining. 
I’m not really sure why, but there’s a little voice nagging me to give it a try. Those who know me won’t believe it, but it’s true.
2. I want a goat. Wait, let me change that…goats. I’d love to own goats.
3. I’d like to visit India.
4. I enjoy wine and visit vineyards where ever I travel, 
but I’d like to be truly well-versed in the fine art of understanding wine production.
5. I’d love to visit Africa and go on a safari. A safe safari.
6. I’d love to live in Europe for a while. Not forever. I’m proud and happy to be an American. Yet I feel a calling to spend an extended amount of time in either Tuscany, Germany or The Netherlands. Really, I’m not fussy…any one will do.
7. I’d like to be brave as my daughters. 
Not to get too mushy (yes, I have a little teardrop in the corner of my eye), but they reach out and try things I’d never have done at their age. Heck, I’m not sure I’d do them now. Still, they inspire me to try harder.
Now I will pass the blog torch to seven of my friends with lovely blogs, too. If you want, please post this to your blog and do 7 of “something”…things we don’t know about you, 7 favorite things etc. If you’re busy to play along, no worries…I still think you deserve this!
September 28, 2013
Goodreads Giveaway Announcement
Goodreads Book Giveaway
The Hourglass
by Sharon Struth
Giveaway ends October 01, 2013.
See the giveaway details
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September 3, 2013
Revolving Nest Syndrome
Outside my bedroom window is a Robin’s nest. Since the first year it appeared, the nest filled with light blue eggs and babies soon hatched. They grew fast then one day – in what seemed like no time – were gone. The following spring, the soft trill of robins waking me at dawn signaled they had returned.
These days, my own home is starting to feel like the grass and twig structure. My daughters have grown and have flown from our abode, but they aren’t gone for good.
I’m at that stage in my life where I am always hearing the word “empty nest” tossed about when someone’s children go off to college, including my own. Yet just when I get used to the pattern of a household consisting of my husband and our two dogs, along comes the college winter break. It’s followed by spring break then the long summer months. My nest again pulses with the same beat it did when my girls lived here year-round.
I don’t feel like I’ve been handed an empty nest, rather a sort of revolving door. 
The kids go. The kids return. To me a true empty nest is when your kids won’t return, like when they get their first apartment and support themselves fully with a regular paycheck and their own health insurance. Let’s face it, these days after finishing college, graduation often means transitional return home, the only option while they hunt for a job or take work and save money for loftier goals.
“Empty Nest Syndrome” is defined as a depressed state felt by some parents after their children have left home. While we may feel down during these temporary departures, for many of us our kids will be back. Instead I’d say I suffer from “Revolving Nest Syndrome;” the constant upheaval in my house and mind when my children come and go as they enter into their lives as new adults.
It’s not a bad thing. I love my daughters and realize this back and forth is part of my job as a parent. Yet I do find the transitions jarring. I get used to life one way and then it shifts again. Constant change. Not easy for a middle-aged gal like me, who does best with a routine.
So as I sit here today, working quietly after having a full house for a short while, this particular silence has left me somewhat wistful, missing the old days when my kids were in one place all the time, right under my nose.
I know I’ll get used to the pulse of my temporarily emptied nest. And just when I begin to enjoy this pace, it will fill up again with the next school break or other transitioning moment of my children’s lives.
Do you have a revolving door in your house or have you reached certified empty nester status?
August 13, 2013
Reaching the Summit
For the past five years, I’ve had a one-inch piece of paper stuck on the wall next to my desk. It’s my horoscope and it reads, “If you can combine intellectual ability and passion, you will prove quite unstoppable. It’s not as easy as it seems, however.”
The day I read this, I’d been searching for an answer about whether or not I should seriously pursue a writing career. It turns out, the words on that little piece of paper held many truths.
A few days ago marked a milestone event in my pursuit of a “second career.” I had the pleasure of sharing the launch of my first novel with the wonderful people in my life; family members, my fantastic neighbors, and friends–new and old. It was held in Bethel, CT, a place where I’ve never felt more at home. Best of all, it was held in my favorite bookstore, Byrd’s Books.
When I decided to write a novel four years ago, a launch day like this was my summit. I saw my journey as a metaphorical climb up Everest, taking me through
many writing classes, an entire practice book (it sits in a drawer, unpublished), a first draft of The Hourglass plus a zillion revisions (okay, so I exaggerate), finding an agent and then receiving an offer from a publisher and then…more edits.
The view at the summit has almost made me forget about the grueling work, yet it has also made one thing very clear; there are more peaks for me to climb toward as I tackle this new career.
Guess I’d better get busy typing…
Here are some pictures of my launch day. Due to a camera glitch, these are from a few people who attended.
I also want to say thank you to those of you have purchased The Hourglass since it’s launch in April!
My pen got a workout!
Hourglass cookies for guests. No, I didn’t bake them.
With Bethel friends, Carolyn, Pat and Louise. Their book group will be reading The Hourglass.
Surrogate daughter Samantha and Sam’s real mom, my wonderful friend, Lauren.
With Margaret, one of my too-good-to-be-true neighbors.
With writer extraordinaire, Lynn (Go CoLoNY RWA Chapter!)
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Hubby Bill looks on while Karen and I discuss “How can I autograph an e-book?” Well, surprise…I can! There’s link to “Authorgraph” at http://www.sharonstruth.com.
Chatting it up with Michele
Thank you for the clever photo, Carolyn Eisman!
August 6, 2013
Author Interview – Rachel Brimble Visits from the U.K.
I’m thrilled to have Blue Ridge Literary Agency friend and author Rachel Brimble visit today to discuss the second book in her Harlequin Superromance Templeton Cove series, A Man Like Him. Rachel talks about her favorite writers and more below.
Welcome, Rachel. You have so many great books under your belt that I get a little tired just thinking about it! Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?
Plotting – Always! I am a mix of a plotter and pantser. I like to have an idea of a plot before I start writing because I am a continual sufferer of the ‘sagging middle’. Every book I write, I get to around 40,000 words (my books are approx 90,000), and hit a brick wall. I have found that having a rough outline which I can refer back to helps get the juices flowing again. Otherwise there are many hours spent staring into space!
Who is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?
My favorite author is Nora Roberts…and Philippa Gregory. I love Nora’s books because every time I open one, I know I’m in for great characterization and a great story. She is a huge influence to me and what I want to write. If a writer can create characters that stay with a reader a long time after they finish the book, the job is done. Nora does that for me with almost every book. I have too many favorites to list.
Philippa Gregory writes in several genres, but my favorites are set around the British monarchy. For me, her Tudor series and Cousins’ War series are pure works of art. To write an historical novel with real characters as the hero and heroines is an extremely brave thing to do and she does it superbly.
Who is your favorite character from your book and why?
Chris, the hero – he started his journey in book one of the series, Finding Justice, and when he started talking I knew I had to give him his own story. He’s a complex man with a great sense of using humor, which he uses to deal with trauma. He spoke to me very clearly from the start and I am not afraid to admit, I find the man VERY attractive! 
Give us an interesting fun fact or a few about your book or series.
A Man Like Him was inspired by my real-life experience being rescued from the 2010 French floods. My family and I were rescued by helicopter from a hotel roof – it was the most terrifying twenty-four hours of my life and the first three chapters are more or less exactly what happened.
Who is your intended audience and why should they read your book?
My intended audience is women from mid-teens upwards – my daughter (15) has just read Finding Justice and begged me for an early copy of A Man Like Him, because she loves the ongoing characters and small-town location. I wrote this book, as I write every book, because it was a story I HAD to tell. I recommend my Templeton Cove series for any women who like emotion-driven, tense, occasionally funny stories set in a seaside town where the secondary characters become as important as the protagonists. Books one and two are romantic suspense, books 3 & 4 (coming 2014) are mainstream romance and I have no idea what’s coming next. I have a fifth book contracted but my editor has left the sub-genre entirely up to me. I’m hoping a new idea comes sooner rather than later, lol!
Here’s a blurb from Rachel’s latest:
A Man Like Him
Changing her life…again
After two years in hiding, Angela Taylor knows her independence is worth it. As long as she can escape her past, she has everything under control. Until a flash flood hits the park where she works, and hot Chris Forrester shows up the exact moment she needs a hero.
Chris proves he can save lives-and weaken a girl’s knees. But how can she make him understand that she’s off-limits, that getting close to her will endanger his life? Her happiness or his safety: it shouldn’t even be a choice.
Because when you love someone, you protect them, no matter the cost. At least, that’s what Angela keeps telling herself….
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/a-man-like-him-rachel-brimble/1114668447?ean=978037371869
Author Bio and Links:
Rachel lives with her husband and two young daughters in a small town near Bath in the UK. After having several novels published by small US presses, she secured agent representation in 2011. In 2012, she sold two books to Harlequin Superromance and a further three in 2013. She also writes Victorian romance for Kensington–her debut was released in April 2013, with book two coming in Feb 2014.
Rachel is a member of the Romantic Novelists Association and Romance Writers of America. When she isn’t writing, you’ll find Rachel with her head in a book or walking the beautiful English countryside with her family and beloved black Lab, Max. Her dream place to live is Bourton-on-the-Water in South West England…although she hopes a dream visit to Canada might just change her mind!
She likes nothing more than connecting and chatting with her readers and fellow romance writers. Rachel would love to hear from you!
Links:
July 26, 2013
Boomer Lit Friday “Excerpt” Blog Hop
For the month of July, I will participate in the Boomer Lit Friday Blog Hop. What does this mean? This summer a group of authors, whose novels could be considered “Boomer Fiction,” will post short excerpts from their work.
BOOMER FICTION means novels where the main characters ages are considered part of the baby boomer generation — folks born between 1946 and 1964.
If you’re 49 or older, you just might find a connection to the characters in these novels. And if you’re younger, take a peek anyway. Life experience brings a whole new dimension to the world of fiction.
THE HOURGLASS excerpts are below. To read excerpts from more great boomer lit, click on the link at the end…
READY TO GO TO WEEK FOUR OF THE HOP?
EXCERPT FOUR:
Set up: During CJ’s first work session with Brenda, she pushes in a way he isn’t accustomed to, leading him to one conclusion…
During their difficult conversations when they first met, Brenda had only seemed equipped with a transmission which pushed her in one direction: forward. This conversation confirmed his notion. “Are you always so…so contrary?”
“I can be. Do you always avoid answering revealing questions?”
The phone rang. CJ started to walk over to answer but stopped next to her.
She lifted her chin and gazed at him.
“Are you going to help me solve this character’s problem?”
Her voice softened. “Of course I will.”
“Thank you.” He continued toward the ringing phone.
“Guess you were saved by the bell, huh?”
He peered over his shoulder and, once again, was left powerless by the way she looked at him. “Me? Maybe you’re the one saved.”
However, in the short hour with this woman, CJ had no doubt it was him.
FOR PRIOR WEEK’S EXCERPTS AND A LINK TO MORE GREAT BABY BOOMER BOOKS, CLICK THE LINK BELOW…
Boomer Lit Friday “Excerpt” Blog Hop.
July 19, 2013
Boomer Lit Friday Blog Hop-Week 3
For the month of July, I will participate in the Boomer Lit Friday Blog Hop. What does this mean? This summer a group of authors, whose novels could be considered “Boomer Fiction,” will post short excerpts from their work.
BOOMER FICTION means novels where the main characters ages are considered part of the baby boomer generation — folks born between 1946 and 1964.
If you’re 49 or older, you just might find a connection to the characters in these novels. And if you’re younger, take a peek anyway. Life experience brings a whole new dimension to the world of fiction.
THE HOURGLASS excerpts are below. To read excerpts from more great boomer lit, click on the link at the end…
READY TO GO TO WEEK THREE OF THE HOP TO READ A BIT MORE? Click on the link below…
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